Ruins

After scrambling for a seatAfter protesting in the streetAfter pushing and pushing to get through the door

It’s dustIt’s crumbsIt’s rot

It’s not what we wantednot what we thought was here

Lavish life Lavish rightsLavish lies Lavish frights

It’s corruptIt’s bankrupt

It’s all Skeletons in suits andTies and Spiderwebs

Calling the shotsSmirking and grey

There’s no respects to payThese ghouls have had their day

Ignore itCome back, climb back down

We have all that we need hereAll the feast around here

Protect itReclaim it

The top is a trapThe game is rigged

They just want to drain usThey just want to use our colorsThey just want to sap our vibrancy

NoIt is time to sayNo

We can build our own table, our own systemFrom the ground up

Not with scraps and bones and ashBut with what we save, bring to life, grow

A table of plentyA bountiful meal

With plenty of roomFor us all to sit

Trees for shadeThe sun for grace

This placeCan be

Heaven

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far.